We are a nervous dozen, hovering around an expanse of stainless-steel counter at Tucson’s Mercado San Agustín commercial kitchen.
The session begins early. Our instructor for this canning class, Loraine, leads with this: “People don’t can food anymore because they’re worried they’re going to kill someone,” she says. We smile, relieved by this acknowledgment of botulism, and she promises to teach us how to do it safely.
I’m here because of tomatoes. Six months earlier, I committed to a year of unprocessed eating, one in which I’d explore how we process food — locally and industrially, individually and collectively.
I wanted to stop eating processed food for a lot of reasons. There was the environment: I’d come of age in an era of climate change, when natural resources were becoming scarce and our food system increasingly dependent on fossil fuels. There were political reasons, as I considered the enormous influence that food companies wield in our national politics. And there were economic reasons: I wanted to spend what little money I earned endorsing my local food system.
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As it turned out, it would take me most of the year to figure out what makes food processed. With a few exceptions — say, a raw, foraged mushroom — all food has undergone some processing, by way of harvest, packaging or heat, before landing on our plates.
Often, that’s a good thing.
But increasingly, it is not.
I began with the belief that a food was unprocessed if I could theoretically make it in my home kitchen. I could — and did — grind wheat berries into flour, though I couldn’t take that flour. I could gather honey and grind nuts into butter.
I ate fried local eggs, with their bright, gooey yolks, and slid them atop jumbles of fresh vegetables, provisioned almost entirely by my Tucson Community Supported Agriculture share. I simmered beans in my crockpot and whole grains on my stove. I baked bread, cultured yogurt and made chocolate. Basically, I ate things that were obviously and intuitively food — that is, food without chemical additions or processed subtractions.
What ‘processed’ means
As my year progressed, so too did my definitions. At first, I focused on how processing changes food and how our bodies react to that change. Think, for example, of the difference between eating an orange and drinking orange juice. Although they both contain the same kind of sugar, the whole fruit binds it with fiber and cellulose — like sticky duct tape that the body takes time and effort to unwind and rip open. A cup of orange juice from a carton, on the other hand, provides an immediate dose of sugar; too much sugar consumed too quickly overloads the liver.
As I learned about how specific foods are grown, harvested and transported, I started to wonder if the production of a food might make it processed, even if it’s a food we might otherwise think of as whole. Consider the watermelon. In the winter, 60 percent of the produce on U.S. supermarket shelves comes from Mexico. The survival of the watermelon that winds its way through this system depends on pesticides, artificial refrigeration and semi trucks — not to mention cheap migrant labor on both sides of the border.
Compare that odyssey to the journey a watermelon takes from the Tucson CSA’s Crooked Sky Farms to my kitchen. That melon grows on a diversified field, adjacent to rows of squash and eggplant and tomatoes. It’s harvested by two women earning a living wage, and it spends a day in transit before it lands in my kitchen. It is grown organically, so it’s not covered in pesticide residue, as is 65 percent of conventionally grown produce, according to a study by the Environmental Working Group.
As with all foods, what makes one piece of produce more processed than another is how much is required to get it from field to table. On average, 91 cents of every dollar American consumers spend on food goes to middlemen: suppliers, marketers, retailers. That means that the people who grow the food we eat receive only nine cents of every dollar we spend.
According to a study by Civic Economics, if a community the size of Tucson (population: 526,000) shifted 10 percent of its spending to local businesses — a 10 percent shift, not an increase — within one year, we would create almost $140 million in new revenue for the city.
The cost of consumption
For me, the hardest part was cost. Americans spend a smaller fraction of their disposable income on food consumed at home than eaters in any other country — 5.6 percent in 2013, compared with the 10 to 15 percent common in other developed countries. That’s because processed food, on a cost-per-calorie basis, is quite cheap. For my year’s worth of unprocessed food, I spent about $4,900 — roughly $4.50 per meal, or 27 percent of my $17,000 graduate-student income at the time
I am lucky that I can choose to spend $20 every week at my local farmers market, but ultimately, the best way to make fresh, local, organic foods more accessible is to rewrite the farm bill, the legislation that supported industrial growers of corn, cotton, wheat, rice, and soybeans to the tune of 70 percent of total subsidies between 1995 and 2010. The reason organic broccoli costs more than processed corn is because, for the most part, our government doesn’t subsidize organic broccoli growers. Still, that doesn’t mean consumers don’t have responsibility. The money we spend on food has the power to change the way the system works — or perpetuate the status quo.
Kimble is the author of “Unprocessed: My City-Dwelling Year of Reclaiming Real Food” and the managing editor of Edible Baja Arizona, a magazine serving Tucson and the borderlands.